A promise or a threat?
1108 Words
(Christian)
(One Week Later)
I didn’t think things could get more complicated, but I was wrong.
The past week had been nothing but chaotic. Ever since that kiss with Greyson, things were different. It wasn’t just him, though.
Mason and Jaxon had been watching me more closely, their presence constant. Their jealousy was obvious, and the tension between them only grew when they caught other guys looking at me.
It seems as if Greyson told them about the kiss, why they were acting like this. I didn't want them to argue over me and that's exactly what seems to happen.
They were my mates, but I would try to stop them from kissing me. But with Greyson, I couldn't say no and that's something that I hated because I didn't want to hurt anyone.
And now, here I was, standing outside, talking to someone I barely knew, Liam. Who was one of our warrior's son. We hadn't spoken much, just a brief nod here and there so I wasn't sure why he was so interested in talking to me today of all day.
While we were talking, I felt the three pairs of eyes burning into me from across the yard. I knew that they were waiting for the right moment to strike, to tell me who I could and could not talk to, just like they used to do before.
That's why I ran that day at my party. Because I knew that they could be overbearing, and that's something that I couldn't deal with right now.
“You’re really leaving soon?” Liam asked, his arms crossed as he leaned against a tree.
I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Yeah. Just a few more days.”
He hummed, tilting his head. “You sure about that?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
Liam shrugged. “I mean, you have three possessive mates who don’t seem too happy about it. Surprised they’re even letting you out of their sight.”
I glanced over my shoulder. Sure enough, Greyson, Mason, and Jaxon were watching us. They weren’t even trying to hide their displeasure.
I sighed, shaking my head. “They don’t control me.”
Liam smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”
I narrowed my eyes, but before I could respond, I felt it. The shift in the air. The presence of my mates moving toward us.
Liam noticed, too. “Guess I should get going before things get ugly.”
I barely had time to react before Greyson was in front of me, standing between me and Liam. His jaw was tight, his body tense. Mason and Jaxon stood next to him, both looking just as pissed.
“Didn’t know we had to remind everyone to keep their hands off what’s ours,” Mason snapped.
Jaxon crossed his arms. “Maybe we should start making it clearer.”
Liam raised his hands in surrender. “Relax. We were just talking.”
Greyson didn’t look convinced. “Then talk to someone else.”
Liam scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn, no wonder Christian wants to leave.”
That did it. Before I could stop him, Mason lunged. Liam barely dodged in time, stepping back with his hands still up. “Alright, alright, I’m leaving.”
I turned on Mason, shoving him back. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Mason’s eyes were dark, and Kryo was close to taking control from him. “You’re ours, Christian. Stop acting like that doesn’t mean something.”
My chest tightened. “I never said it didn’t. I might get confused, but I'm trying here.”
Jaxon stepped closer, his hand brushing against my arm, but I pulled away. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to scare people off just because you’re jealous.”
Greyson growled lowly. “We wouldn’t have to if you weren’t letting them get so close.”
I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head. “Are you even listening to yourselves? You can’t control who I talk to.”
Mason’s jaw clenched. “We’re not trying to control you, Christian.”
“Then what the hell do you call this?” I gestured toward Liam, who was already halfway across the yard. “Because to me, it looks a lot like control.”
Greyson took a step forward, his expression softer but still firm. “We’re just trying to protect what’s ours.”
I felt my stomach twist. “I haven’t even left yet, and you’re already acting like this. What’s it going to be like when I’m gone?”
Jaxon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We don’t want you to leave.”
I bit my lip. “I have to.”
Mason let out a frustrated growl. “Why? Why do you have to go when we’re right here?”
“Because I need to figure out who I am outside of this pack.” My voice was quiet but firm. “I need time to understand what I want.”
Jaxon reached for me again, and this time, I let him. His fingers curled around my wrist, his grip tight but not painful. “And what if you figure out that you don’t want us?”
What he said really hurt me, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I know that staying here just because you don’t want me to leave isn’t the answer.”
Greyson’s expression darkened, but he didn’t argue.
Mason let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “This is killing us, you know.”
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “And you think it’s easy for me?”
Jaxon’s grip tightened. “Then stay.”
I closed my eyes for a second before pulling away. “I can’t.”
It was silent for a few seconds, then Greyson stepped forward, his hand cupping the side of my face. His touch was warm and comforting. “I hope that you won't regret what we will do then,” he murmured.
I opened my eyes, meeting his.
Mason and Jaxon stood on either side of me, their presence just as strong.
I furrowed my brows, wondering what he meant by that.
But, before I could ask they walked away. My heart is pounding so hard. I wanted to chase after them, to demand answers but I knew it wouldn't change anything.
It seems as if they were planning something, but what is it? What are they going to do?
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